Once upon a time, three vampires met in some place in night. Apparently, each one of them was boasting about their vampiric abilities to one another.
Vampire A said, Look at that mansion over there! I can finish all of its inhabitants within 10 minutes!
And so he flew to the mansion, and 9 minutes later, he came back with his mouth filled with blood, looking satisfied with himself.
Vampire B then said, Bah! Look at that village over there! Give me 5 minutes!
He flew to the village, returned at the next 5 minutes, with his mouth filled with dripping red blood.
Vampire C then yelled, Pffft! Look at the TOWN over there! Give me 3 minutes!
He flew to the direction of the town, and one minute later, he returned with his mouth filled with blood.
Vampire A and B stared at him with amazement, then immediately asked, How come you have such speed, friend?
Vampire C pointed at a direction, then asked them, Do you see a building over there?
Yes! answered A and B.
Well I DONT!!!
Little Johnny watched, fascinated, as his mother smoothed
anti-wrinkle cream on her face.Why do you do that Mummy? he asked.To make myself beautiful replied his mother, who then
began removing the cream with a tissue.Whats the matter? asked Little Johnny. Giving up?
En la frontera de México y Estados Unidos se encuentran un ecuatoriano, un boliviano y un mexicano; están a punto de cruzar el RÃo Grande, cuando se percatan de que la Migra ha puesto canÃbales en balsas para patrullar la frontera. Desde lejos, el jefe de la Border Patrol lo observaba todo, mientras que del lado mexicano, el ecuatoriano decide:
La necesidad es mucha y ahà voy.
Entra al rÃo, pero antes de llegar a la mitad, los canÃbales lo agarran y se lo devoran. En eso, el boliviano dice:
Espero cruzar antes de que se lo terminen.
Se avienta al rÃo y llega a la otra orilla; pero al poner el primer pie en suelo estadounidense, los antropófagos lo regresan y también se lo comen. El mexicano se espera para ver qué pasa, si los salvajes se llenaron o qué. Pero al ver que no se van, no lo piensa dos veces y se arroja al rÃo; comienza a nadar lo más rápido que puede; pasa la mitad del rÃo y los carniceros ni en cuenta. Llega a la otra orilla y pone el primer pie en tierra seca; observa para todos lados y no ve a nadie, asà que se echa a correr perdiéndose entre los arbustos y se les escapa.
Entonces, llega el jefe de la patrulla fronteriza y le reclama al jefe de los antropófagos:
What happened? Al ecuatoriano no lo dejaste pasar; al boliviano tampoco, pero al mexicano ni siquiera lo miraste, ¿por qué?
Mira, mi blanquito, si supieras que el último mexicanito que nos echamos, nos dejó ardiendo el culo por una semana…
Give an example of tragedy
Winston Peters is visiting a school.
In one class, he asks the students if anyone can give him an example of a tragedy. One little boy stands up and offersthat, if my best friend who lives next door was playing in the street when a car came along and killed him, that would be a tragedy.
No, Winston says, That would be an ACCIDENT.
A girl raises her hand. If a school bus carrying fifty children drove off a cliff, killing everyone involved… that would be a tragedy. Im afraid not, explains Winston, that is what we would call a GREAT LOSS.
The room is silent, none of the other children volunteer. What? asks Winston, isnt there any one here who can give me an example of a tragedy?
Finally, a boy in the back raises his hand. In a timid voice, he says: If an airplane carrying Winston Peters was blown up by a bomb, THAT would be a tragedy.
Wonderful! Winston beams. Marvelous! And can you tell me WHY that would be a tragedy? Well, says the boy, because it wouldnt be an accident, and it certainly wouldnt be a great loss!
Many years after Bill Clinton had been President of the United States a famous biographer was going to write Bills life story.
During the course of his interview he asked Bill, What was your best and your worst decision during the Presidency.
Bill rolled his eyes back in deep thought and then said, Monica Lewinski! Id have to say Monica was my best and my worst decision.
How could that be, Bill?, asked the surprised biographer.
Bill smiled and then shook his head, Id have to say she was both my best and my worst decision for the same reason.
Thats odd. What was the reason for that?, said the biographer.
Bill squirmed in his chair and answered, Monica had a big mouth.
35. If you can sleep through your roommates blaring stereo
Life is tough; even the subways are in a hole.
Luke I am your folder!
15 Pet Peeves Of Morticians…
Best make-up artist in the world, but your models never make the cover of Cosmo.
No moth, no Jodie Foster — just leaves, dirt, and regular dead folks.
Only 3 hits this month on the World O Coffins web site.
Tough to convince anyone to let you place bodies in action poses.
Ask any chem prof what happens when you mix embalming fluid and breast implants… WHAMMO!
Working alone late at night inevitably results in an extreme attack of the willies.
Hard to close the lid on Eroto-Asphyxiation victims.
Embalming fluid bottle looks an *awful* lot like Colt 45 bottle.
Toe tag paper cuts.
The wife keeps asking if you could bring a little more rigor mortis home, if you know what I mean.
Nobody visits your booth at junior high Career Days.
Every time Keith Richards gets mistakenly hauled in, it costs *us* money.
At Thanksgiving, no one even TOUCHES your giblet gravy.
Constant complaints of, But he looks like Michael Jackson!
and the Number 1 Pet Peeve Of Morticians…
Dying in each others arms may sound romantic, but once rigor mortis sets in, it just means overtime.
You so ugly, last time you got ass was when your toiletpaper broke!